Where do my passions lay?
What is it that I am good at?
What do I love to do?
The answers are found
In the pages and pages
Where my thoughts
Where my feelings
Where my heart
Finds life
Where they flow
From pen to paper
In a seamless stream
Where words become poetry
And poetry becomes a pester
Where the things that make me me flow
When I am alone, all by myself
Just me a pen and paper
I have been asking and wondering
And the answers been here all along
Words are my weapon
Words are my defense
Words make me me
They make me who I am
